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It used to be that getting married was, in many people's' minds, a prerequisite to getting laid. And, you know, people really wanna get laid.
Pretty it up with poetry and appeals to the divine. That's good for business. But if there is natural law of any sort, it is that young adults wanna make the beast with two backs (or any of numerous variations thereon). It's what they're built for. It's what has kept the species moving along.
My mom was married at 17. She would have waited for her 18th birthday if not that the church building wasn't available for several weeks after her birthday due to Advent. So she got married a few weeks short of turning 18. My strong suspicion is that she would have stayed married well into her old age to that fellow who became my father had he not died about three years after their wedding. I have numerous relatives of her generation who got married and stayed married to the spouses they met in their teenage years, or earlier.
But that was then, and there.
Pretty it up with poetry and appeals to the divine. That's good for business. But if there is natural law of any sort, it is that young adults wanna make the beast with two backs (or any of numerous variations thereon). It's what they're built for. It's what has kept the species moving along.
My mom was married at 17. She would have waited for her 18th birthday if not that the church building wasn't available for several weeks after her birthday due to Advent. So she got married a few weeks short of turning 18. My strong suspicion is that she would have stayed married well into her old age to that fellow who became my father had he not died about three years after their wedding. I have numerous relatives of her generation who got married and stayed married to the spouses they met in their teenage years, or earlier.
But that was then, and there.